Chapter 22: Returning Home

“Ancestor of the Ten Demonic Refinements?” This was a relatively serious topic. Though Lin Xingchen found it a bit mystical, Ah Youyi’s reverent expression made him dare not show the slightest disrespect toward the ancient master of Miao territory.

Su Jian wanted to say more, but Li Haiqi approached him and shook her head, signaling to quietly wait for Chu Xinghan’s thoughts.

Not every kind of spirit in the demon realm can become a demon spirit; some lower-level animals or plants serve merely as sustenance for those advanced plants capable of cultivation.

He had long sensed something amiss. Hanhan’s displayed talent was simply unprecedented, unheard of, and unseen before. Even Madam Shen, seasoned by worldly experience, had never witnessed such a thing. This could only mean one thing: Hanhan’s origins were far from ordinary.

Su Jian tried to speak but found himself utterly drained of strength, forcing a faint smile that was more pitiful than tears.

Those who came here to learn had no prior instruction, so they were like blank slates, readily accepting this new style of teaching.

Shen Nian thought about it—if one were to say that person was a mediocre doctor, it would be unfair. Yet his pride was excessive. A disease that should take three days to heal, he insisted it would vanish after one day’s medicine. His harsh prescription caused the patient's condition to fluctuate, resulting in complications.

The Black and White Divine Lords stood with their hands behind their backs, looking at the terrified Lin Xingchen, their former sharpness long gone.

On the sixth floor, residents on both sides emerged, their expressions grim, whispering at their doorways, for the quarrel came from the seventh floor.

Damn it! Lin Xingchen had been watching all day. Shen Jialan was watching a movie, but Lin Xingchen’s attention was fixed solely on Shen Jialan.

Feng Wuqing was left speechless, thinking to himself that perhaps in the eyes of this tiger-headed man, only his own physique was the best kind.

Suddenly, a scream pierced the air as he was blasted flying more than ten meters, his body convulsing before losing all breath.

The once disdainful Great Brahma now showed utmost solemnity. A layer of radiant Buddhist light shimmered across his palm, and the cracks on his hand vanished without a trace in an instant.

“Then tell me, why did you become a high-level saint, and why do you appear here?” Ling Yun nodded, voicing his own doubts.

“There's no danger. Haven’t people gone before?” After speaking, he pointed symbolically behind himself.

“Thank me? If you want to thank me, then show me something tangible…” You Ning said to Jiang Chen.

Huanwu gasped, following Ling Xin’s gaze to see an ancient staircase materialize.

Saying this, Jin Xiao pulled out a golden mechanical device about ten centimeters long and thrust it fiercely into his own chest.

Suddenly, Qin Yibai leapt up as if seeing a ghost, his face full of astonishment. Raising his right hand, he threw the two iron pieces clenched in his hand onto the white jade table before him.

No matter how the location of the Mountain of Extinction shifted, Moonlit Village always had an entrance leading to it.

Cheng Xiquan was overjoyed. Pleasing the palace lady was a coveted opportunity. He hesitated to act against Jiang Anyi, for behind the perfume shop stood the figure of the empress.

“Hahaha!” Zhai Qiuzi picked up a chess piece, paused abruptly, then suddenly placed it in a corner.

“Playing tricks!” Gong Ping cursed, his mind stirring as his demonic energy surged like a tidal wave. With this power, the palm shadows in midair emitted a world-destroying aura.

“Hello, I’m Zhao Rui from Huatian Entertainment. I want to ask about the matter concerning Qin Ming. The big influencer reposted a statement—what's going on?” Zhao Rui was straightforward, revealing his identity and the question he sought to clarify.

Wang Xiang lowered his head silently. He had grown to respect Ge Yuan for repeatedly saving Feng Zheng and for his hidden depths. Wang Xiang privately felt inferior.

“What kind of weapon is this?” Mu Ziyun asked as he landed. Lvqiu Gongliang didn’t respond, striking again. Mu Ziyun avoided deftly this time. Lvqiu transformed his palm into a fist, punching into the air. Each punch released shockwaves, hitting many but never Mu Ziyun.

“What do you want to gain? Give me at least a reason that’s not so absurd,” Mu Ziyun sneered. The black elf had lost all humanity long ago; even lies came out clumsily.

As the rock shattered, Zete felt the barrier suppressing his abilities dissipate. Indeed, the rock was the array’s core.

Jiang Anyi’s goal was to increase the population. The emperor had decreed to promote the lower county to an upper county. Taxation was no concern, but population growth could not happen overnight. If refugees could settle there peacefully, that problem would be solved.

The wound caused no pain, only fright. Previously seeking excitement, now it was overdone.

The Great Snow Mountain had been visible from Dahe Village, and the journey was not far. By nightfall, they reached the mountain’s foot. Normally, such troops would avoid assaulting so close to civilians, especially at night, but for Yao Ran, a paid player with cheats, such rules did not apply.

From their faces, one could vaguely recognize these undead—they were the cavalry who had lived alongside them not long ago. They had been sent to break through and seek aid, but now each had turned into this.

Qingshu’s joy was short-lived. After drinking the soup Master Jiang Shang prepared, she was sent back to her own dwelling.

In the battle with Zhang Luotian, he was injured, and Tang Sheng was no better off. The only advantage was that Zhang Luotian was severely wounded and unconscious, while Tang Sheng forced herself back to the D Mansion.

However, Li Wanji was not a top-tier star in Korea, not even second-tier, but his flawless singing and the fame of Hanxing made him Huang Tianhai’s trump card.

Yao Ran mirrored the opponent’s movements, swinging his broad sword. The sword sheath was not fully drawn; this swing was not to attack the enemy leader but to protect himself, blocking the other’s strike.

Tang Bofu stopped, turned to look at the one he longed for, his heart racing. Before he could speak, his face flushed deeply.

Tang Sheng broke through the demonic energy sea, her figure like a sword, enveloped in sharp golden light. Rising into the air, she suddenly lunged at Ouyang Kongzong.

“What do you all want to know?” Mrs. Ivankov snapped, curtly pulling off her apron and tossing it onto the counter.